They say wishes do come true.

Create an idea that dreams are real.

That secrets can become reality.

 

If I told you my dreams would you listen?

They are loud like a heartbeat punctured

by heartache, weeping a swallows song

 

Will you take my secrets?

Hold them in your hand like an injured bird,

caressing its broken wing, as whispered prayers

exit your lips.

 

Can you grant my wishes?

Care for them like a mother who brings

her child into the world, holding the newborn

while tears stream down her cheeks empty

promises escape out her mouth as she

vows to protect this small being from pain

 

She cant.

You can.

 

Hear my dreams, release my secrets,

place my wishes into reality like people

believe Jesus hung the stars

 

Unreal, unbelievable, you might just

be